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“She won’t let me near her,” he said in frustration.
“I got this,” I reassured him. “Go ahead and go to the next one.”
He nodded, seemingly relieved.
I slowly approached her dodging a sandwich. “It’s okay,” I said soothingly. “We’re not here to hurt you, we want to help you.”
“Give me back my son,” she cried out, tears rolling down her face.
“He’s at school,” Alex said calmly from the doorway.
I looked up startled to find him perched in the doorway.
Micah came to a skidding halt behind him. “I’m so sorry, Blake. We were playing and suddenly, he started clutching his head and getting agitated. I couldn’t stop him. He came running this way.”
I looked over at the woman and she was looking at Alex with a look of complete sadness and despair. “Where’s my baby?” she asked softly.
“He’s at school,” he smiled serenely. “He’s going to be so happy that you’re home, Miss. Amy.”
“You’re lying,” she said distrustfully as she stroked her slightly rounded belly.
Alex advanced toward her, but she didn’t try to stop him. He finally reached out his hand and grasped her hand. Amy’s eyes closed before a large smile spread across her face. Her eyes opened, tears in them.
“You have my Chippy, you helped him,” her legs seemed to collapse under her as she began crying tears of joy.
My own eyes began to fill with tears as I rushed over to her, embracing her. “We do, and you never gave up hope that you would find him. He’s going to be so happy we finally found you. Do you remember what happened?”
She shook her he
ad slowly. “No. I just remember men coming into our home and taking my boy and then… I was here.”
Alex grabbed our hands without warning, and I could see the night clearly. She had just put him to sleep. She was cleaning their dinner dishes when a group of masked men came busting through the back door. One of them slipped behind her and injected her with the implant. Through drug filled eyes, she saw some of the men dragging a screaming, crying and hysterical Chip. When the kitchen utensils started hurling their way towards the men, one of them knocked him out. She was loaded in a vehicle, while her son was loaded in another.
The next scene showed her in a drug filled stupor. She was on a cold, metal table, her hands strapped down to the table, feet strapped in stirrups as a man with a paper mask covering his face did something behind the sheet draped over her legs.
“Healthy female, no history of drug use, healthy son delivered nine years ago,” a young woman stated holding a clip board.
“Implantation of Male B,” the man said in a cold nasally voice.
The nurse scribbled something furiously on the clipboard.
“I thought she was supposed to get Male A,” another man came into the picture, a paper mask covering his face.
The first man made a scoffing sound. “I’m done implanting these subjects with his. He needs to stop living in denial. He has produced two children with the same subject. It hasn’t been his specimen impregnating these subjects in years.”
“But he thinks he has,” the second man spluttered.
“We tell him what he wants to hear, so he leaves us alone,” the first man stated.
“But what about—" and that’s where Amy had blacked out once more.
When I opened my eyes, Amy looked slightly horrified. “Is this why I’m pregnant? I couldn’t have any more children.” She wiped away the tears on her face. “Chip’s father wanted more children. I couldn’t give him anymore.”
“Because you’re gifted,” I stated softly.
She nodded. “He never knew that, though. I never found my connected. With each year I didn’t find him, I had gotten weaker. Today is the most I’ve been able to do in a very long time. I loved Chip’s father. I thought he was worth me not finding my connected. He left us when Chip was three. He’s happily remarried with three other children now. He doesn’t need or want Chip anymore.” She looked troubled for a moment, before she looked up and smiled at me. “He loves the attention he’s been getting now. Who’s the handsome man with the dark hair and eyes?”
I squirmed slightly at the reference to Troy. Once again, I knew all my guys were attractive, but I still didn’t like the attention they were still getting. Especially from some of the females in the gifted community that were aware of who I was by now. “That’s Troy, he’s one of my connections,” I stated.
